Daily Archives: August 10, 2019

POEM TRANSLATION ECHOES 477 WITH NOTES

POEM TRANSLATION ECHOES 477  WITH NOTES

OPEN HORIZON

(开放的眼界)

light through interstice

光射過空隙

penetrate thick arching trees

穿透实厚拱形樹

trail is not thwarted

小路没阻撓

wordless terrain guide

無文地圖册

vast horizon unhindered

廣闊無阻的天際

measureless mind space

無量思考間

firm aspiration

堅定的心願

poetry thread to weave wide

詩路编纂成廣寬

across rain forest

横過的雨林

Note:

If the heart is silent and opened, the perception or experience will be widen.  If one is preoccupied by the noise of racialism or transient personal or group gain, then the bigger vision may be missed. In Hong Kong we observe the youngsters are confused and entangled in their demand. Social injustices and unfairness are indeed important. However, to cede the region away from the nation as an independent city-state is a serious crime. The first demand could be met; but not the second impossible demand. They are too blind by their personal motives and demand, and ignorance and miseducation of political history and reality. The violent and disorder means could not justify its goal. Similarly in Malaysia, to gain popular mass vote and support, racial tactics of divide and rule are repeatedly used. Moral and monetary corruption are means to entice group cohesion; instead of education and good governance to benefit all. The bigots fail to see that the bigger slice of national wealth always belong to the dominant group; or the corrupted few within the group. This is true even in the US and the West. Thus jingoists are blind to see the light coming through interstices of the jungle. They are princes and princesses in the woods, with high Happiness Index, confusing happiness with primitivism; concept with reality. The arched giant trees block out the light. Fortunately, they have their own jungle guides to lead them out of the thick rainforest, if they will listen to the sound and light around. Out in the comfort of modernism, we might have time to learn and appreciate some calligraphy. Without the mental space to accommodate other factors, the horizons are indeed restricted.

The poetic world is to connect with its web. Catch hold of the filaments and together we weave and trap trespassing insects. God or nature has blessed us with abundant resources, yet we fall behind. We are envious and jealous, mindless of our core emotions and cognition. We thought Hope was at our door steps, but the devils took it away. Soon I would reside in my grave with the promised virgins,

“ … indeed there will be time

To wonder

Do I dare

Disturb the universe.”

(Love Song of Prufrock, T. S. Eliot)